Stories about honesty and kindness don’t always make the news. Most of them happen quietly, between people who don’t know each other, on an ordinary day. You start to see how many people still choose to be honest after reading these 14 stories. That’s just who they are.
I went to the bank to put $1,000 into my husband’s account. But the girl there was very clear: “You can’t just put money into someone else’s account!” For half an hour, I fought with her. I was finally able to convince her.
I go outside and see that she put 10,000 in the account instead of 1,000. My conscience told me to go back to the bank and talk to the shift supervisor right away. She heard what I said and asked that employee to come over. The girl was shocked.
One time, my mum and her friends went shopping in a nearby town right after they got paid. They were waiting for the bus with their bags after buying groceries at the market.
My mum saw that she had left her purse on the bench while they were still on the bus. Her papers, her passport, and two pay cheques (one from her and one from my dad) were all in there. She went back right away, but it was already gone.
She was shocked when she got home. She had to take care of her family and two kids for another month before she got paid. That night, she didn’t say anything to my dad and couldn’t sleep at all. Dad came into the room in the morning with the purse she had forgotten!
Dad didn’t know and told her that a man had come with his son and given the purse back to him. Mom couldn’t believe what she saw and ran out of the house to try to catch up with them and thank them, but she couldn’t find them. There was nothing missing from the purse.
These people came from another town to give it back. Mom still thinks about them.
I lost this wallet at an indoor water park almost a month ago. Today, when I opened my mailbox, I saw that a woman named Joyce from a different state had sent it back to me! There was money, gift cards, and everything else! This really made me believe in people again.
I work at a restaurant. A man left his bag at our place today. I put it away without even looking inside. This guest comes back half an hour later and asks about the bag. “Don’t worry,” I say. “Here it is.”
He takes it, opens it, and finds a lot of money inside. He says to me, “Thank you so much. I thought I would never get it back.” I say that it’s up to each person to decide.
He then told me that his family really needed the money to pay for his mother’s care, so he had borrowed it. He gave me $100 to thank me. I said no.
The package came by courier. The weight seemed right, but the size was wrong. I filmed the unboxing just in case. There were four multi-tools in the package, each worth about $80, but my order was only worth about $65.
I don’t need things that aren’t mine, so I asked support for the seller’s phone number. They won’t give it to you. I looked at the electronic receipt and saw it was there. I sent a message, but nothing happened.
It was already 10 p.m. or so. Still, I decided to call. The seller didn’t seem very happy. I say, “I got an order for someone else.” He then says to me, “Okay, I’ll send the tracking number, and you can give it to delivery.” I guess that’s fine.
It took him about a week to ten days to send me the tracking number. I sent the package and told him that I had sent everything back.
I went to the pharmacy with my mom. She paid for what she bought at the counter. I saw something on the floor: it was money folded up in thirds. My mom and I were the only people in the pharmacy. I gave the cashier the bills.
I went back to the same pharmacy a few days later. The cashier said, “It turns out that a girl left her whole pay cheque here.” She cried all night because she thought no one would give it back, but she was wrong. Back then, we lived pretty simply, but stealing from someone else was just too much.
People who work for other companies in our field got in touch with me. They were willing to pay a lot of money for information, such as marketing plans and budgets. Not too important. The amount was so big that I could have done a high-end renovation or added to my savings to buy the car of my dreams. There was a temptation, and the truth would probably never have come out.
But I chose to follow my heart. Sometimes things go wrong at work, but this is my home company and my team. I couldn’t let them down. I wrote them a short but firm no. No amount of money is worth more than my conscience.
I was in a hurry once and didn’t realise the cashier had given me too much change at first. I was very surprised when I got home and counted the money. I went back to the store and gave back the extra. The girl who rang up my purchase almost cried.
And I don’t get how someone could not give that money back. This person works all day to try to make ends meet. We all make mistakes because we’re human.
I was only getting about four hours of sleep a day when my wife and I were buying a flat in a new building. I was on autopilot. I took the shared ownership agreement with me that morning because I needed to turn it in to the registration office. I left it on the bus.
I realised something was missing when I got to work. I told myself, “The papers are gone.” A voice inside me said, “You left it on the bus.” I ran back to look for the bus, but it didn’t work. I felt like I had lost. It was hard to get a copy.
The next morning, I had a meeting with the electrician, which was a coincidence. So, I got to our new building. There was no pavement in the area, and the lift in the building wasn’t working. The flat was on the ninth floor. I walked up to the door and saw the folder with the contract in it. But it was empty.
When I opened the door, the agreement was on the floor. A nice person had gone all the way, found the right flat (the doors didn’t have numbers on them), and made sure it wasn’t stolen by sliding it through the gap! I was so happy then!
I lost a wallet that had a lot of cash and bank cards in it. I didn’t have any money and couldn’t borrow any. I was in a bad place.
Out of nowhere, a call comes in. Someone with a good heart found my wallet, used the name on the card to find me on social media, and there was my number. I ran to meet him, and there was this guy looking like a typical thug in a tracksuit, cap, and shoes. He said what he needed to say.
I probably would have walked faster if I had met someone like him in an alley at night. He gave me the wallet and said, “Come on, don’t lose it again.”
I found a bank card that someone had left behind in the ATM a month ago. I took it home and used the number to send a small amount of money with a message that had my phone number in it. The card’s owner called me soon after, and we met so I could give it back. She was a student who looked to be in her 20s and only said “thank you.”
And today, a large amount was moved to my card. The note said, “Thanks for giving back our daughter’s bank card.” She lives in a different town and was in yours that night. She wouldn’t have been able to get home if it hadn’t been for you.
One day, I lost my keys to my car. It was the morning. I parked the car close to the school and then went to teach the kids. I didn’t know I had lost the keys at that time. It looks like they fell out of my bag’s pocket without me noticing.
After class in the evening, I tried to start the car and realised the keys were missing. I thought, “I probably left them in the car.” But the car was locked. I wasn’t even close to panicking when an old man came up to me and asked, “Is this your car?”
He had found the keys in the morning, it turned out. He had come to the school and asked people, but the security guards couldn’t give him a clear answer. And he waited!
I was very moved. I didn’t have any money on me, not even a chocolate bar. I didn’t have anything to give him in return. The old man left quickly, and I didn’t have time to ask for his phone number.
It happened a few years ago. And I always think of him and thank him. I hope my thanks turn into something good for him.
My sister lost her wallet, which had her bank card and driver’s license in it. And she couldn’t remember where it was. She blocked the card right away, but she was very upset about the licence.She soon got a call from a beauty salon she knew. They said that a woman had found her things and left her number. My sister called.
The woman said, “I was in a taxi and started talking to the driver.” He said, “I found a wallet in the car, but I don’t know how to give it back.” My sister doesn’t take taxis very often; she drives her own car or goes with her husband. So this was surprising.
The passenger took the wallet, which had the driver’s licence and the salon’s business card inside. She did a full investigation by calling the salon, giving her name, and leaving her number!
The saviour told her she could get the things back, but she had to promise not to give her a reward. My sister’s husband went there, got the wallet, thanked her, and still left a big box of chocolates.
I took my daughter to the local bakery last year on Christmas. My kid is a lot of work. I didn’t even notice that my wallet had fallen out because she was there. I didn’t check my bag for two days after that.
I dropped my daughter off at kindergarten on my birthday, December 27, and was about to go get the cake when I thought I would check social media. Someone sent a message. He asked, “Did you lose a wallet?”
I looked in my bag, and sure enough, there was no wallet! I said, “Yes, that’s me.” I think I lost it at the bakery. There was a card with a picture, some money, and other things.
I went to that bakery, then. A woman found my wallet on Christmas Day and gave it to the staff. They held on to it until the owner of the bakery got there. He got in touch with me after finding my business card.
He bought me coffee and a pastry when he found out it was my birthday. He would not take any money at all.
